FOOD: Smorgasburg

When Saturday rolls around, the only destination is Wiliamsburg’s Smorgasburg.

Here’s the story: I have a love/hate relationship with food markets. If I go to heaven, I believe it will be in the form of a food market. There are always so many choices! You can have whatever you want! And, it’s all in one place!

That being said, if I go to hell, I believe it will also be in the form of a food market. There are too many choices! You can have whatever you want, but not really, because what I want is everything and according to the laws of physics I can’t actually eat everything at once. In my version of heaven, my stomach really will be a bottomless pit (even though some people already think it is one).

I headed over to Smorgasburg after grabbing a friend to come with me, since you know what they say, nothing’s better than multiple stomachs (I’ve actually never heard anyone say that except for myself).

We started off with a lobster roll from Red Hook Lobster Pound and a chicken corn arepa from Palenque Arepas. Both were incredibly delicious and filling, but we refused to stop there.

After picking up a yakitori taco from Takumi Taco, a Japanese inspired taco joint, we decided to wander around and continue sampling all the edible goodness.

People are overwhelmingly nice here – how could they not be, when surrounded by so much glorious food? The great thing about highlighting local foodstuffs at a market is that these people are genuinely proud of what they are offering.

The Brooklyn Salsa Company blasted Beastie Boys, and the girl at Krumville Bake Shop offered us cookies so good you couldn’t believe they were gluten-free. We also watched a man carefully run a blowtorch over marshmallows to make the perfect s’more at S’more Bakery.

Of course, we couldn’t leave without dessert – a People’s Pops red plum and sour cherry popsicle, which was studded with whole pieces of fruit, and a peanut butter black and white ice cream sandwich from The Good Batch. If you really want to know how good that popsicle was, I apparently visibly enjoyed it so much that someone from ABC News asked if they could film me eating it. That should probably say enough.

Whether I end up going to a foodmarket in heaven or hell, I know that until then, I’ll probably be spending the rest of my Saturdays on Earth at Smorgasburg.